Dreaming

Exams are over. Thank God. I feel like I'm becoming more of myself again. Somewhere between the black letter law, I lost a part of me. Between the memos and reading and cases, I lost focus. I narrowed down my sight to what was directly in front of me, instead of everything around me. I realized this as I was filing through some old paperwork tonight and came across my law school application that I had tucked away. Most people will tell you that they just wrote "something" for their personal statement, whatever "something" is; I, however, wrote about a picture of a horse that a nine-year old Russian girl named Anne drew for me the summer I lived in Russia. Long story short, it was through this little girl, Anne, that I came to understand that humanity transcends the boundaries in which we confine ourselves. In that moment I realized that I had the capability to touch someone. Maybe that's an idealistic statement; but I've come to realize that the only person that will be hurt by my dreams is only myself.

I came to law school in search of becoming part of the world in a very real way. I'm not out to save the world, just to do what I can to make a difference. The foundation of our interaction in this world is shaped by the law; I believe that policy is a very valuable mechanism through which the world can be changed. That's why I came to law school, to be a part of that. But somewhere in the past semester, I lost the idealism that drives me. Now I have three weeks to take a deep breathe and dream. It's time to remember why I'm here and where I'm going.